These aren't my words

Rather words of fate

Announcing to destroy you

Or what's left

As I go on, bereft of my soul

Grappling for the achievements

Of your so-called past

In upper class, they call me

Your majesty

Loyal, they won't be despised

Majesty

I gather around all my owns and belongings

I gather around all my owns and belongings

I don't caress your

Lives is what I pile

Need them for every

Crime I have done

Majesty and I'm proud of it

Majesty and I'm proud of it

Majesty and I'm proud of it

Majesty and I'm proud of it